Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

The Twins were very cold in the early morning. The servants had already lit the stove in the main hall. The heat gradually spread in the main hall with the door closed, dispelling the chill.

"Where is Lord Robb Stark?" Attis hesitated and asked.

"Please forgive me," Roose Bolton bowed his head slightly, "Lord Robb. He just heard that his father died."

Attis nodded. He understood this feeling. Compared with the flat and vast area of ​​the Twins, the Eyrie only had cold winds that could try to make the brain faint for a short time to relieve the pain. But here, at least he could gallop on the plain to dispel his resentment.

However, Artis was looking forward to it. He looked at the northern lords who were seated in the main hall and observed their expressions. Although the atmosphere was sad, many nobles were impatient because their lords had not yet arrived. Lord Rickard Karstark even looked annoyed and ashamed. After all, strictly speaking, the people in charge of the Vale and the Riverlands were gathered in the main hall, but his own lord was not.

He needed time, but time was priceless, especially for now, just like when he took over the Eyrie. Artis took a sip of red wine and looked at the closed main door of the main hall. He was looking forward to Robb Stark's performance, which would affect his judgment of the next negotiations.

"I'm very sorry, Lord Artis," Unexpectedly, Edmure Tully spoke first, "My sister, Lady Catelyn, she didn't sleep all night and cried all night. I think my nephew is the same."

"It's normal for my lady to be like this, Lord Robb. Lord Robb Stark, the Lord of Winterfell will never easily fall into love!" Great Jon mercilessly denied the words of the Lord of the Riverlands, frowned tightly, and looked at the closed door of the main hall.

"I believe," Artis decided to speak for Robb, who had just inherited his father's title, "Lord Robb will be strict with himself like Lord Eddard, and he will soon fulfill his duties as the guardian of the North."

Yorn Royce nodded immediately, he sat solemnly on the stone chair, looking at Artis sitting alone on the main seat of the high platform.

The closed door of the main hall slowly opened at this time, and the light from the sky instantly shone into everyone's faces.

Robb Stark, the new Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, walked into the main hall, holding a broken longsword in his hand, which was obviously damaged by continuous heavy blows against blunt objects. Attis noticed that there were traces of tears on Robb's face, which were not completely wiped clean.

He stood up and walked down the platform, "Lord Robb, I am sorry for what happened to your father. Lord Eddard and I also have a deep friendship." Attis looked at Robb, this was his true thought.

"Of course," Robb's tone was resolute, "My father was adopted by your father for many years, and the friendship between the Starks and the Arryns has been connected for generations," he sat on the other side of the platform and nodded slightly to Attis, "I think we can talk about business, Lord Attis."

The house was silent, and the woman with messy hair sat blankly on the bed, with a pillow wet with tears beside her.

The house was also dark, and Catelyn seemed to want to block everything that could be thrown into the room outside, and she closed the window tightly.

During this period, only Robb Stark entered, and even her brother Edmure Tully just lingered in front of the door, hurriedly comforted her a few words, and then hurried to the main hall of the Twins.

Everyone was busy, and she only wanted to be quiet at this moment. She didn't want to accept the news that Ned was dead when she should be busy. She should be in the Godswood, praying in front of the Seven Gods. If there was a fish beam wood with a message from the old gods, she would crawl in front of the god that Ned believed in, kiss the roots, and pray for a miracle.

The door was gently pushed open, but Catelyn didn't hear any movement. Her attention had already flown out of the door. Ned's bloody head was hanging on the gate of King's Landing, and his eyes were wide open.

"Lady Catelyn" The soft voice came from Catelyn's ear. She turned her head and looked. It was a girl , her delicate face seemed to be the most conspicuous among all the women in the Twins, but Catelyn was not in the mood to think about it. Her messy thoughts were running around in her mind without a main line, and all she could think of was the desperate figure of Ned covered in blood.

"Lady Catelyn," Roslin approached Catelyn, gently took her hand, and sat beside her bed. Artis arranged for himself to try his best to comfort the lady, and she had to do it well. "I'm sorry."

Catelin forced a smile, "Thank you, my lady." The short sentence and evasive action made it clear that Catelyn refused at this time.

Roslin took a slight breath, and she reached out to hug the noble lady who had just lost her husband.

Catelyn in her arms was obviously stunned for a moment, but the unconvincing sobbing and trembling still confirmed her fragility in this matter, as if she had lost half the sky.

"First, eat up Jaime Lannister's detachment," Robb pointed at Riverrun, "Let the Blackfish's army trap the Westerly army on both sides and stick to the Kingslayer, and the cavalry from the North and the Vale will intersect and outflank."

"Why help the Riverlands?" Lynn Corbray frowned, as if he had not seen the Vale lords who were clearly inclined to the Wolf-Eagle alliance.

Edmure frowned, "Jaime Lannister's army is here."

Lynn interrupted, noticing that there was no accusation in his duke's eyes, "The Kingslayer's army can't cross the river at all, and the Blackfish is guarding here, so there is no need to worry. Now we should go straight to King's Landing and eat up Tywin Lannister's 20,000 troops!"

Artis said nothing, he watched the crowd's argument quietly.

"My sister, Sansa! We are still in King's Landing at this time. Tywin will be entangled with Stannis and Renly first. We can try to capture the Kingslayer in exchange for Sansa!" Robb pointed at the map and said in a tone of voice. Say firmly.

"To destroy the Kingslayer is to help Tully," Jon Grafson, who had been silent until now, said, "Why? Who can give us a reason?"

"No one can give us a reason. The Tully family's trampling on the dignity of the valley is not over yet!" Lynn Corbray smiled disdainfully.

"Duke Attis," Edmure Tully quickly looked at Attis, "take down the Regicide, and the land of the West will be open to all."

"The West has nothing to do with us." This sentence was surprisingly neat, and Jon Grafson and Lynn Corbray almost said it in unison.

"Duke Attis," Bronze Yohn finally spoke. Attis's eyes moved slightly. He had been waiting for Yohn's statement, "If it is convenient, we will be alone."

Attis nodded and walked out of the main hall with Jon.

"The Stark family and the Royce family have been married for many years and have become like brothers. Lord Eddard must avenge Royce." Yohn Royce said frankly and straightforwardly.

Attis smiled slightly. The relationship between Royce and Stark was well known in the valley. Even if the Stark family died, the heir would have to be found from the Royce family.

"I'm still worried that you have some hidden thoughts, Count Yohn." Attis lowered his head slightly and looked at the flowers and plants at his feet, and said calmly.

"But the troops brought from the Erin Valley are all elite and are not suitable for participating in large wars," Bronze Yohn said cautiously, looking at Attis's expression.

Attis stroked the hilt of the sword slightly and looked up at the sky.

"Take away your own men and ask Marvin Bellmore to follow you and march to Harrenhal. It will serve as a fulcrum for Stark to move south and support Harrenhal," Artis said, looking at Royce. The troops of the Bellmore and Royce families in Twin River City will be handed over to you, and for the rest, I will only help ensure the Stark family’s logistics.”

"Why is there Bellmore?" Jon was slightly puzzled.

"Just do it, Lord Yohn." Attis returned to the main hall.